this book is horrible.- sincerely, the author who wrote this shit
What if there wasn't one, but two survivors to Voldemort's attack on the Potters.
Y/n Lilian Potter, twin sister to Harry James Potter.
Y/n is known for her silver toung, she takes n...
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Weeks continued to fly by. Y/n spent most of her days with Draco, keeping him calm amd even helping him with the cabinet. Even if she shouldn't be. But if Draco didn't get this done, she knew Voldemort would kill him. She couldn't lose him, it woulf be heart shattering.
Each night Draco would shoot awake from a nightmare, which would cause Y/n to awake. She would do her best to clam the boy, but sometimes he was completely hysterical. It worried Y/n, she had never seen Draco act like this before. She would hold him as he sobbed into her neck, holding her tightly. Draco had told her that most of his nightmares where about Y/n dying, Voldemort killing him, and his mum. And the fact he had to kill Dumbledore.
Harry had been sending Y/n letters, each along the lines of her needing to help him and Dumbledore. Each time she refused, still pissed off at him. Harry constantly sent apology letters, but that changed nothing. It even got to the point to where Harry, and Ron lettered her. Y/n was sick of it.
After sitting down and thinking about, for several hours. She thought about what was happening, Voldemort. The death eaters. Dumbledore. If Dumbledore did die, a war would begin. An even worse one.
Y/n took in a deep breath, and pushed herself off the leather couch. Draco was working on the cabinet alone. Y/n exited the common room, a frown on her face. She walked through the halls, heading towards Gryffindor tower. Y/n ran her hand through her h/c hair, feeling slightly irritated.
"I can't believe I'm about to do this...." Y/n grumbled to herself, "Almost kills my boyfriend and I go to forgive him. Why? Because of a fucking war." She muttered rambling to absolutely no one.
She walked up the stairs towards the painting of the fat lady, she quickly mumbled the password and walked in. Once she entered the common room, Hermione and Ron looked at her.
"Where is my stupid brother?" Y/n asked.
"He's left with Dumbledore." Hermione answered.
Ron was giving her a glare "Why you here?" He asked.
"I've come to forgive my brother, if there is a war coming we need to work together. If we want to stop Voldemort, we'll need to work together. Arguing won't help it." Y/n answered.
Ron just scoffed "You forgive him?" He asked, "It's should be us forgiving you!"
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed.
Y/n glared at him "The fuck is that supposed to mean?" She snarled.
Ron stood up from the couch "You, franchising with a death eater." He said.
